John E Marks

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His headstone verses were writ in wine
To draw the eyes unto the fact of death.
Lichen lines love-and-only-love remembers.
All, all, we knew was eyes of deepest blue
This good man’s eyes writ in blood
Mortal love will always end like this. Time
Weathers the stonemason’s art to a flat palimpsest
Of hieroglyphics which resemble…

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“The condition of alienation, of being asleep, of being unconscious, of being out of one’s mind, is the condition of the normal man.”
― R.D. Laing,

They say there’s something missing,
in the boy with the golden hair,
his genetic type is, truly, very rare.

There’s an absence that appals:
closed…

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Poetry

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Silence from my mother,
Silence from my brother
Silence from my father,
Silent lies my friend.
The tearing silence
of my son, pain without end.

In my mind voices,
voices of the dead,
who speak to me instead
of hiding fast away
for all eternity.

They speak to me
of all…

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In the Apple Market
your south London twang
accompanied the many undulations
of time.

Your wild androgyny,
mirroring the mirror
of yourself
skimmed off the water
of childhood,
like a shaking dog,

You lit up, spot-lighted,
an iridescence of sound
Ziggy!

Your songs were the water
I needed
your terse verse
spreading underground,
along…

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Poetry

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A lump of concrete, in my stomach,
Settles in, sets off a dragging
Motion. An Ape-like me grunts
‘Set me free.’ Nothing happens.
And all of a sudden the whole sullen world
Of getting and spending and moaning
And groaning is all at once so utterly alien to me.
I walk in cool air, hear the…

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John E Marks

John E Marks

I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can